A Coat of Many Colors


As a girl, wrapped in a coat of many colors, your mother and loved ones and especially our Heavenly Father watered your way here on earth with little signs to let you know they are so proud of you. Sally Gubser

Several months ago, I commissioned local artist, Sally Gubser, to create a piece of art from a picture I had seen and loved. 

Sally has been a part of my life for many years and has experienced the goodness of God in my life. I cherish her friendship.




When we were at the cemetery to bury my mother, both Sally and I witnessed the swarm of blue dragonflies that joined us that day. It was a beautiful gift, and she shares that within the painting. What speaks to me is the eyes, they see.


Coat of Many Colors by Dolly Parton

Back through the years
I go wonderin' once again
Back to the seasons of my youth
I recall a box of rags that someone gave us
And how my momma put the rags to use
There were rags of many colors
Every piece was small
And I didn't have a coat
And it was way down in the fall
Momma sewed the rags together
Sewin' every piece with love
She made my coat of many colors
That I was so proud of
As she sewed, she told a story
From the Bible, she had read
About a coat of many colors
Joseph wore and then she said
Perhaps this coat will bring you
Good luck and happiness
And I just couldn't wait to wear it
And momma blessed it with a kiss
My coat of many colors
That my momma made for me
Made only from rags
But I wore it so proudly
Although we had no money
I was rich as I could be
In my coat of many colors
My momma made for me
So with patches on my britches
And holes in both my shoes
In my coat of many colors
I hurried off to school
Just to find the others laughing
And making fun of me
In my coat of many colors
My momma made for me
And oh, I couldn't understand it
For I felt I was rich
And I told 'em of the love
My momma sewed in every stitch
And I told 'em all the story
Momma told me while she sewed
And how my coat of many colors
Was worth more than all their clothes
But they didn't understand it
And I tried to make them see
That one is only poor
Only if they choose to be
Now I know we had no money
But I was rich as I could be
In my coat of many colors
My momma made for me
Made just for me


It is nice to feel special, to feel loved. We all, most likely, have been made fun of for something at some point. We grew up poor; my mother sewed for me. I never had a coat of many colors, but I had love stitched for me. 

We all have the opportunity to have a coat of many colors through the Light found in God's Glory, Jesus Christ. From the age of six to sixty-four, fifty-eight years, God has led, loved, taught, guided, held, and has warmed my soul by filling my life with color.

I want you to have a coat of many colors; years of love woven with the Master's hands. Ask him.